How it will be...
The Ivorian script demands raw muscular exertion. Kessié and Fofana will patrol the edge of the box, waiting to capitalise on a loose rebound. Should the Ivorian captain’s lungs withstand the ticking clock, his late arrival into the six-yard box could shatter any padlock.
The South American vulnerability lies in sheer fatigue. If the barrage of low crosses exhausts the patience of the Ecuadorian block, the seams will tear. Galíndez, their custodian, must banish any indecision; a parry back into the central corridor is an invitation to the gallows.
The stadium will witness a collision of dogmas. The African audacity, buoyed by the murmur of their congregation, will strike against Andean stoicism. If the South Americans weather the initial squall and convert a dead-ball, the hosts' stage-fright will surface. Both contingents will sweat through the fabric until the final whistle, refusing to yield.